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I flit through walls that divide people and I Eyes that see ears to pick up the lie Perhaps, I just died with memories hazy I see my friends and whisper —"Don't forget me"
I strolled through the park and saw who I dread My parents—smiling yet sadness, their eyes held Perhaps, they died a little when it all came—easy I walk to them and beg —"Please don't forget me"
I move on but not really The world enjoyed it, surely —time is another story Perhaps, I died with details all gory I scream and plead to the world —"Don't forget me"
Then, I went back home entered the room —a place I'd last slept in I never knew regret until it came too soon Perhaps, I never died live so there is no glory But I stare at the mirror and whisper to my reflection —"Don't forget me"
But I will, eventually I will stare into the glass and myself will I not see This fear that creeps closer would never let me be It becomes more real—everyday —fate is rarely sorry So I strain my eyes, too hard —memorize every bit of the face I once wore All the while, whispering late tales of loss and regret bloody begging myself—over and over —"Please, don't forget me"
